come out to the coast

Willis · January 03, 2019, 01:27 PM

This thread takes place on DECEMBER 31, 2018 and is MANDATORY for those tagged. You only need to post once, though you can post more if you feel inspired. If you cannot post, please message me on Discord or PM me. Those who do not post will be considered lost in the storm. Happy new year, Undersea. Sorry for the lateness!

@Stockholm [+ Sixgill] @Komodo @Faeryn @Driftwood @Reed @Titmouse @Lucas @Currituck @Thresher

“Ohhh…nnnooo…” the Mother Tree groaned, more loudly this time, and still the small, furred things did not strike out for safer harbors. The winds had picked up steadily throughout the day, and it was a wonder that small Thresher had been safely delivered across the sandbar. Now there was no hope of passage, for the island’s drawbridge was ensconced within a sinister roil of dark water — and the Athelas paced the Southern Strand with a fretful expression on her gentle face. She had been so wholly consumed with Thresher’s homecoming that she hadn’t left the isle to relay the good news to Moorhen. By now, all the other search parties had returned home — but few could command the banded Cairn, and she was in a fever for which the only prescription was more cowbell triumph.

The stormwinds peeled back their lips, then; and with a fierce howl, they lunged, loosing an icefang-ridden gust at the tiny, forlorn figure. Seelie was knocked back, but she pinned her tufted ears to her skull nonetheless and persisted, crouching, her bright eyes squinted painfully against the whipping sands. She inched her way to the water’s edge and dipped in a paw. The current was erratic and uncannily strong — not even she was brave enough to challenge it.

The howling rose to a screaming roar, and within it, she heard her husband’s voice: “Seelie! Come!” She turned her head to see the Overseer, peered back across the drowned bridge with an unspoken protest churning in her throat, and prayerfully wished Moorhen her best: “Peace be, good girl. Home safe.” Then she returned to her seawolves and began to count the heads that were sheltered beneath the boughs of the great blue spruce and her brethren.

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